I can feel it pulsating through me -- sharp
and biting, its teeth bared against my soul.
So hard and cruel, no longer a reverie of
pain, but a strong, unrelenting reality.
The release was so near, a dulcet taste on
the tip of my tongue. A moment to taste
the heaven you gave me, a moment that
should have lasted a lifetime.
The memories of your touch, the ripe indul-
gence of your soft mouth, are beginning to
fade, to blur around the edges until sheer,
unwanted nothingness is left.
My skin is growing cold, decaying without
you and my mind is now pleading for the
release. To be free of the wanton torture
and passion driven agony.
I need to be free of the velvet chains binding
my heart to you, free of knowing what the
surrender felt like, and wanting it again.
I need the release.